Date: 1680

"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1680

"So week and feeble I am grown, / Wasted to nothing, ev'ry bone / Disjoynted, from its place doth start, / Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / Within each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / VVithin each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot"

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1681

"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)